The blue-and-white divine pillars formed a prison, with Ming Cangmu and Shi Miehang firmly suppressed within. Supreme majesty bore down on them mercilessly.
Within the prison, the Pure Yang Divine Fire blazed furiously and pressed toward them, making the faces of the two young progenitors turn incomparably grim.
"Senior Sister... ah... you are truly this vicious."
"Junior Sister... quickly withdraw the divine fire. Your brother... cannot endure it any longer."
"Lady Heavenly Maiden, spare us..."
Waves of spiritual intent burst forth, attempting to sway Ling Pianran's resolve.
"Still wasting your efforts!"
"Shi Miehang, you do not understand my senior brothers and sisters of Pure Yang Heaven. They would never beg me. Even if they did, they would beg me to free them from the bitter sea of the Soul Devouring Umbrella."
"You think you can influence me with this? Utterly foolish!"
Ling Pianran stepped lightly on lotus feet, ethereal as an immortal. Sword in hand, she rose into the air and looked down upon the two young progenitors within the prison.
"Ahhh..."
At this moment, under the torment of the Pure Yang Divine Fire, countless yin spirits let out piercing cries of agony.
"Old Ling, that was badass!"
Lin Xuan sincerely praised her.
Before Ling Pianran could respond, Ming Cangmu in the prison had already shouted sharply, "Ling Pianran, you truly are remarkable."
"Unfortunately, how long can you maintain this state?"
"Hehehe... you are undergoing Pure Yang transformation. You will leave this state eventually. Let us see how long you can keep acting so arrogant."
"Fourth Layer... Netherworld!"
As Ming Cangmu spoke, the Netherworld in the heavens became increasingly tangible, descending with incomparably terrifying power to empower him.
"Hehehe..."
"I said it already—how could the Heavenly Maiden be so easy to kill? First feigning weakness, then erupting with full force.